Xiao Yun was very pleased. He had not expected Sacred Heart's master to be imprisoned in the Seven Hells Tower as well. What a coincidence—an excellent coincidence.
Xiao Yun turned to look at the prison beside him.
Inside the prison opposite, the white-robed old man had crane-white hair and a youthful face, his long brows reaching into his temples. Every strand of his hair shimmered with crystalline radiance, while his eyes were as vast as galaxies in the cosmos. At this moment, his face was filled with excitement as he rushed forward and gripped the prison bars with both hands.
"Ah..."
The white-robed old man suddenly let out a shrill scream.
The instant his hands grasped the prison bars, blazing blood-red lightning lit up throughout the entire prison. Chains of terrifying order pierced through the white-robed old man's body, pinning him in midair.
"Wujie!" an immortal expert beside him cried out. It was a red-haired old man.
The gray-robed World Lord and the black-faced old man also sighed softly.
Xiao Yun immediately understood that this must be the Seven Hells Tower's punishment. Any prisoner who dared touch the bars would suffer punishment.
A full hour passed before the blood-red lightning and chains of order finally vanished.
In the prison opposite, the white-robed old man, who had previously looked radiant and youthful despite his white hair, was now weak and dispirited. He sat on the ground, gasping heavily.
"Senior, there is no need to be so agitated. Fellow Daoist Sacred Heart is currently in the sixth-floor prison, and everything is well."
Seeing the rather bedraggled white-robed old man before him, Xiao Yun felt some sympathy and could not help comforting him.
He could understand the white-robed old man's feelings. In the cultivation world, the bond between master and disciple sometimes completely